Hear Again
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Same here. Especially my dad and his wife. They scare me. I am and always have been afraid of them. I avoid them at *all* costs. I make up excuses not to go back home to visit him and his wife, and when I am in town visiting my friends I don't tell them that I am in town. I avoid the far southside/Oak Creek area whenever I am in town since that is where they live. I spend most of my time on the north side or the lower east side. But I have not been back in town since around 2005 because I just do not have the money to do so.
I still remember seeing my dad's eyes when he is/was very angry, and that frightens me. His eyes turn very cold and a very steel blue with very tiny constricted black pupils. It made me feel very And that was over my re-arranging some of the family pictures in a multi-photo frame that he and his wife gave me shortly after I went into a foster home. I had rearranged them to include some pictures from my late mother's side of the family, since I felt they were important to me, too, and that made him very angry. When his eyes became that way, they sent cold chills down my spine, and I was very scared and frightened. Fortunately, there were too many witnesses at the place I was at, so he could not hit me or hurt me at that point, thankfully. But it scared me so much that, after he left, I put everything back in their original places so he would not get angry like that again. My dad and his wife have always frightened me no matter what the reason is. I felt like this with his eyes like that. They could also burn holes in me as well (not literally, but you know what I mean, the way they look).
I do not like angry people at all for that reason and if I see someone who looks angry I quickly walk or run in the opposite direction now. I do not like to feel every I see an angry person.
lucia,
i'm sorry this happened to you.
i feel the same way about my deceased parents. my father abused me in 3 different ways while my mother abused me in one way (i'd rather not mention how for privacy's sake). let's just say that the things my father did to me were horrible to say the least and i will NEVER forgive him for the awful things he's done. because of him and his intense anger, i will always remember his voice and how he shouted at the top of his lungs whenever he spoke to me. i hate to say this about the deceased (since my catholic upbringing always taught me never to speak ill of those who have passed away), but i think he was an evil, evil person who should never have been allowed to have children.
sometimes there are days where i hope he's rotting in h*ll for the things he did to me.